napkin wipe away everything the
rumors and the saysos, okay? I use it
again and make sure its gone, the
evidence of the mistake, over my lip and cheek right
but I’m wrong and I have to use it, drag or brush or
tap, who knows, charge and electric– seismology of the
normal, make glimmer, a sun or nova, one so super!
I fold it, I’ve done enough damage, it was once so
angular and vocal and present, now it’s worn,
beat, toppled, lowered, and because of me, I’m the
storm, the sickly sorcerer why i dont know, apart fall
clean up soon or else therell be a fall
out, clock knows so, so i go
basket, get away, no other word left and i turn to distract myself
(2/16/15)
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